Another difficult day has, at last, ended. Not much of anything that might be called ‘contentment’
has happened today, except the wind that has so buffeted us has finally abated. It is warm enough to have the back door open
and a bird is singing loudly, and I like to think joyously, as dusk
approaches in my little garden. Thanks to my last 2+ plus years with the Last Man, I know this
bird is a blackbird. That he is not here
to share this quiet pleasure with me is, sadly, still a pain I have to bear.
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